Rise (Rock God 1)

“Gia Ana Fontaine, you’ve done something I never thought possible. You have disappointed me. I trusted you.” She sniffs again, but I can tell she’s calming down since she’s starting to get mad.

I sigh and break away from Rhys’s penetrating stare. “I’ll be home soon and I’m bringing someone. Axel is not coming, right?”

“He’s not. Like I said, I haven’t been able to get ahold of him. Unless he just drops by, which would be wonderful—”

“Okay I have to go.” I hang up because this is bullshit and it’s Christmas. I drop my hands dramatically on the bed and turn on my side to look at him. His hair is a black, wet mess; As he gazes at my body, up and down, his bourbon eyes seem almost golden.

“Why don’t you come see if Santa came.” His raspy voice makes my core pulse. Even though it’s sore, I would love if he’d fuck me again.

“What do you mean?” I slowly sit up and let the sheet slide off me. I know what he means, but it’s a kick to play Santa with him.

His full mouth twitches. “You didn’t tell your mom that it was me coming. That’s not being a good girl.”

I smile. “I thought I’d make you a surprise. I mean it’s not every day a girl gets to bring the Rock God home.” I gush out Rock God.

“Hmm. On your knees,” he demands.

As I crawl to the end of the bed, his eyes darken with every move I make.

His hands fist my hair and I swear to God, I almost come. I don’t know why I like when he gets all caveman, but I do.

“Unzip me.” He guides me to the floor and holds my hair tight as I reach up and unzip him slowly.

“Take him out,” he says gruffly. I lick my lips and smile that we call him, him.

“Now I’m gonna fuck your mouth and you’re gonna spread your knees apart and get yourself off. After that, if you were a good girl, we can see what Santa left you.”

Jesus Christ, he’s filthy, so fucking filthy. But this time I feel my power. Gone are his mean insecurities or his threats of groupies. He wants me, and I’m going to make sure he’s never the same again.

I spread open his jeans and he comes out. Thick and strong with a drop of precum already on the tip and on his piercing. I wrap my mouth around the tip and suck.

Hard.

My eyes aim up at him. Opening my knees, I rub my clit.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it.” He holds my head as he watches me. “Brat,” he says, his eyes fierce, and I almost come—not from my fingers, but from the look on his face.

“You’re in charge. Make us both see stars,” I murmur.

His breathing is harsh. Nostrils flaring, he guides my head. I open my mouth and gag, taking him as deep as I can. My fingers speed up as my mouth follows the same rhythm. My eyes stay on his as he watches, my clit so sensitive I’m ready to go over. But I need to wait.

His hands tighten in my hair. “Come, Gia,” he demands, and I do, going over while he holds my head. As he empties himself, my mouth fills with hot sperm and I try to swallow it all.

He pulls me off and jerks the last of it onto my breasts, then lifts me under the arms as if I weigh nothing. He thrusts his tongue in my mouth.

It’s hot.

Nasty.

With a moan, I cling to him, my mind spinning.

“I had no idea I would feel like this.” I sound out of breath. Everything is moving so fast. I didn’t factor in that I would feel this overwhelming, consuming love. I didn’t understand what loving the Rock God meant.

But I’m starting to figure it out real fast.

RHYS

Past – Twenty-seven years old

Burbank, California

“Gia.” I take her hand and her eyes dart to mine. We landed about a half hour ago. I don’t think she sat still the entire flight. I finally ate her cunt and fucked her to calm her down enough to sit and have champagne with me.

Christ, now that we’re pulling into the old neighborhood, with Gia’s nervous energy along with my mom’s house looming ahead, I realize we should have stayed locked up in our suite.

“Babe, what are you looking for? Do you seriously think your brother is following us?” I’m trying to be patient since I think she might actually think that. Which pisses me off. This is exactly why we’re doing this. All this sneaking around stops today. Axel doesn’t like it, I guess we can fight it out. Won’t be the first time I’ve punched his sanctimonious face.

I take her cold hand and rub my thumb back and forth where my Christmas gift dangles on her wrist. I got her a diamond Rolex. Diamond is her birthstone. I wanted something special, something she can have forever, pass down to our kids if we get that far.